Page 110 of Defend Me

“Could it be because Radke was your first crush?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“If I knew face tats were your thing, I’d have made a stop along the way.”

“Kiss me now, face tats later.”

With a smile, I leaned down to flick his nipple with my tongue. He gripped my hair and lifted his hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I need you. Please.”

I dropped my lips to his neck and planted soft kisses across it that made him shiver. When he went for the button on my jeans, I gripped his fingers to stop him.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you.”

“Why not?” he asked, sounding offended.

“I told you I don’t want to rush.”

“That’s stupid. If you keep getting my dick this hard, I’m gonna go insane.”

Licking my lips, I trailed my eyes down his body. He wasn’t wrong. I was in the same place.

“Let me see you touch yourself.”

“Really?” His nerves were apparent in every line of his face.

“Yeah. I want to see how you treat that thing when you’re alone.”

“Better than you.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Like, really. I should prosecute you for that blasphemy.”

He bit his lip and ran a single finger down the column of my throat. “Only if you do it too.”

Moving backward, I worked his pants down enough to free his dick. If I stripped him bare, my self-control might go out the window. Tilian, while far from fragile, deserved nothing less than to be treated with the utmost care and respect. Plus, I wanted him to be begging for it when I fucked him. At this rate, we probably wouldn’t wait very long, but we’d at least put in the effort.

With it in front of me, I was dying to taste his glistening tip, but instead, I flipped him over to sit on top of me. He moved up further so that I could stroke my own aching dick.

This was undeniably hot. His lips parted when his fingers passed his head. I stared at the smooth skin of his shaft, just a foot from my face, as he tightened his grip.

His lips rolled inward and he hummed. When his eyes closed, I gripped his thigh tightly.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Robert Downey Jr.,” he replied with a smile.

Shaking my head, I covered his fingers with mine, encouraging him to keep going. When he looked down at me, his pupils swallowed most of the blue, making him look demonic.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded.

I kept my hand over his for another minute, then released him. We stared into each other’s eyes as he continued his rhythm. I stroked his chest, then his neck. He brought his fingers to my mouth and used his thumb to pull my lower lip down. When I suddenly bit down on it, he whimpered.

That sound would grace my dreams and haunt my nightmares.

His hips moved upward with every stroke now and I could tell that he was getting close.

“Slow down,” I said.

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